Brothers or Boyfriends: Chapter 3

Two weeks later…

Kenneth sucked in as much as possible and he still couldn’t button his jeans. He tried the only other pair he brought to Colorado. Same story. He was a bit surprised. Sure, he’d been pigging out lately and had been skipping the gym, but these pants fit perfectly fine a few weeks ago! He collected his belly fat between both his hands and assessed the damage. Honestly, it looked like ten pounds, but that seemed like a lot for two weeks. With no other choice, he safety-pinned his pants closed and wore an oversized hoodie that would hopefully keep his growth a secret.

Kenneth and Jude headed to the local pub in good spirits. While the snow storm in Vancouver had worsened, keeping their loved ones trapped at home, the two men had grown close… and plump. They ended up spending nearly every day together. Typically, they watched movies, smoked weed, drank booze, and shot the shit. It was your typical bromance, except for the fact that Kenneth was jerking off to the thought of riding Jude’s ass most nights.

Occasionally, Jude would take a ‘work day’ and hole up in his room on the computer with a stack of take out on his desk. Or, Kenneth would take a ‘gym day’ and go into town to pump some iron and purchase some health food. Staying with Jude the past two weeks, Kenneth’s winter bulk had become a dirty bulk and it felt good to balance that out with a green smoothie once and a while. Nevertheless, by the time he arrived home Jude was almost always ordering a hundred dollars worth of take out for the two of them to share.

They entered the pub ready to split a pitcher and a basket of wings and have a good time. They found themselves a booth and got cozy. The pub was pretty empty at first but as they progressed to second pitcher and another plate of wings, things started to pick up. Both men were having a good time and Kenneth was increasingly suspicious of a flirtatious energy that was developing between the two. He hated the thought of hurting his sister, but he also lusted after Jude. Maybe he was overthinking things.

Before heading out, Jude headed to the bathroom for a piss leaving Kenneth in a drunk horny reverie.

“Excuse me,” a woman said, startling Kenneth. “You’re boyfriend dropped his wallet.”

Kenneth was confused at first. “Oh, he’s not… thanks,” he said and grabbed the wallet.

On their way back to the house Kenneth felt validated by the woman’s supposition he and Jude were dating. It even gave him the nerve to lay it on a bit thicker with Jude, laughing at his jokes and touching his shoulder. In fact, just as Kenneth rested a hand on Jude’s beefy shoulder, the older man lost his footing on the icy sidewalk. He reached for Kenneth who tried to help and also ended up tumbling down to the ground.

The two overfed men drunkenly laughed at their predicament. Kenneth’s safety pin had come undone and he was showing a fair amount of bush curling over his underwear. Jude’s underbelly had fully wobbled free as it pinned him to the ground. Kenneth was up first and offered a hand to Jude who struggled to sit up beneath his own girth. Once on his feet, Jude clutched his lower back in pain.

Back at the house, the men confronted the reality of their fall. Kenneth was bruised up and Jude’s back was out of whack.

“Guess you’ll be asking Santa for some new pants,” Jude pointed at Kenneth’s groin as the young jock removed his hoodie.

“You’re a bad influence,” Kenneth grinned and shook his chub a bit.

“I suppose so,” Jude lifted his shirt to reveal his pants were also unbuttoned. “Why don’t we get in some sweats and split a J?”

“Sounds good.”

Ten minutes later the men were sprawled on the couch, stoned, with Jude was complaining about his lower back.

“I’m pretty good with injuries,” Kenneth said. “Care if I take a look?”

Jude struggled to pull off his flannel and T-shirt, and once he succeeded Kenneth wondered if he’d bitten off more than he could chew. Jude was an absolute slab of beef with thick pert chub bulging out in every direction. Kenneth swallowed and approached Jude, instructing him to sit up straight on the edge of the sectional. In doing so, the influencer’s love handles gently wobbled above his waistband causing two dimples to form in his lower back.

Kenneth rested his hands atop the dimples. Jude’s flesh was warm and supple. As he applied pressure, Kenneth could feel the fat oozing around his fingers.

“How’s that feel?”

“Good, actually,” Jude responded. “You could go a bit harder even.”

Kenneth sunk his thumbs in deeper causing Jude to moan a bit. He used his fingertips to push in around the man’s plush sides, and then moved up a bit farther. Jude’s body temperature was rising and Kenneth sunk into the groove of a full back massage. He caressed the roll of fat that connected to Jude’s perky chest, and massaged the wide and softened shoulders. His hands brushed up against the developing ring of neck fat sandwiched between Jude’s head and his back. By the time he was finished a heavy and sensual air had filled the room.

“Your turn,” Jude said, turning around. “Lay on your belly.”

When the two men stood up to reposition Kenneth spied a girthy erection brewing beneath Jude’s navy sweatpants. He laid down and Jude straddled the younger man’s posterior. As he leaned forward to massage Kenneth’s shoulders, the gym rat could feel the older man’s warm and heavy beer gut spill forward onto his lower back like a weighted blanket. Kenneth was in much need of both a massage and an orgasm and was afraid he might be soaking his sweatpants in precum.

Unfortunately, his massage was cut short by Jude’s phone ringing.

“Who was it?” Kenneth asked after Jude hung up.

“Uh, your sister. They’re flying in tomorrow.”